Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley

Sometimes life just beats us up. There's more rain than sun. More hurts than highs.
These words touch a deep place. But on our own we won't make it through. I am not the master of of my own fate nor captain of my soul. I gave that spot to the Maker of the Universe. His direction and foresight are incredibly good! It's because of Him that I harbor an UNCONQUERABLE SOUL.

Life's strorms will not win the battle over me!